A Wink. A Nod. A Finger Touch To The Side Of One's Nose.

First, A Wink...

It's not so much what's being written in print, so much as it's the blank space between the lines that holds the more interesting stories.

Now, A Nod...

Sometimes, when you can't see a thing, you can only judge it's size by how much room you imagine it must be taking up.

And Now The Finger Touched To The Side Of One's Nose...

The trouble with telling a tale in a cornfield is that you never know how many ears are around you. Best just to keep mum, altogether.

Any more said than that and we both die of tedium.

Cheers,
Mr.B